[ Her answer comes blandly, as if spitting the powdery ration bar back at him as soon as it touches her tongue, but Rey's gaze doesn't narrow with any animosity: mere practical honesty colors her face as she counters him. She won't try anything, but she's not going to go out of her way to be offended either.
And besides, he's given her a lot to think about. Not a lot to challenge her views, exactly, but to help her understand him. She studies him with some interest, in fact, as if recalling the memory of what she'd taken for some absurd intimidation tactic born from the Core Planets that she'd never seen before. It wasn't entirely unheard of among animals, as she understood, that kind of balking, but the reptiles that prowled the deserts of Jakku did not often waste resources on posturing. They were a pragmatic bunch. It makes more sense, settles the moment into the rest of her image of Kylo Ren a bit better, as if a puzzle piece were turned and slotted into its proper place.
None of that makes her see it his way; instead, all she sees is one more way in which Kylo gave in to the dichotomous limitations of a world that was overflowing with anger and pain, refused to let it out and instead fed on it to grow stronger, stoked it until it became useful to him and tainted his bond with the Force by touching it with blood-drenched hands. No, it doesn't make Rey agree with him: it makes her feel sorry for him—not that she'd show it or say it. ]
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[ Her answer comes blandly, as if spitting the powdery ration bar back at him as soon as it touches her tongue, but Rey's gaze doesn't narrow with any animosity: mere practical honesty colors her face as she counters him. She won't try anything, but she's not going to go out of her way to be offended either.
And besides, he's given her a lot to think about. Not a lot to challenge her views, exactly, but to help her understand him. She studies him with some interest, in fact, as if recalling the memory of what she'd taken for some absurd intimidation tactic born from the Core Planets that she'd never seen before. It wasn't entirely unheard of among animals, as she understood, that kind of balking, but the reptiles that prowled the deserts of Jakku did not often waste resources on posturing. They were a pragmatic bunch. It makes more sense, settles the moment into the rest of her image of Kylo Ren a bit better, as if a puzzle piece were turned and slotted into its proper place.
None of that makes her see it his way; instead, all she sees is one more way in which Kylo gave in to the dichotomous limitations of a world that was overflowing with anger and pain, refused to let it out and instead fed on it to grow stronger, stoked it until it became useful to him and tainted his bond with the Force by touching it with blood-drenched hands. No, it doesn't make Rey agree with him: it makes her feel sorry for him—not that she'd show it or say it. ]